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second_bananaI wrote a fic. Just a little over 500 words.
Title: Scars
Author: second_banana (Susan)
Pairing: Hector/Andromache, Hector/Paris implied
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Andromache was used to seeing scars on Hector’s body.
Feedback: God yes.
Author's Notes: I blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perseph2hades who infected me with HectorMuse, elvensorceress who encourages my perving at every turn and is the sessiest Beta known to man, and
This pic.
I may post this in a few communities, but I'd like some response from my flist first.
Andromache was used to seeing scars on Hector’s body. He had never tried to hide from her the physical toll of his duties. In fact, he knew she once took great delight in them.
The first time Hector had been called out to fight after his wedding, Andromache had spent hours looking over the constellation of scars that spattered his chest and legs. Boyhood injuries and marks of a warrior combined. Andromache resumed her study the day he returned, playfully announcing that she had discovered her connection to the battles of Troy. Each scar she would lovingly caress or lave with her tongue; memorizing each new dip and swell.
It became a ritual for them. Hector began to take record of his own injuries while out on the fields and would chide his wife if one escaped her clever observations. They would laugh, and tease and make love to one another these nights. For Hector was anything but remiss as a lover.
Until Alexandros.
There was no doubt in Andromache’s mind that her husband loved her. He spoke the words and his eyes were honest. His passion had not wavered. Hector was like a raging bull when angry, a god when aroused. Apollo’s gifts were not lost on Andromache. Strength. Courage. Beauty. Protection. Power. He had the heat of the sun behind his every caress.
But Hector had removed himself from her. He hid his scars, preferring to make love under the cover of darkness or the heavy drape of their bedding. But scars were not the only thing he sought to hide. Mixed with the brands of battle, small bruises began to appear. Bruises in places protected by his armor. She had seen the twist of guilt in her husbands face as he had disrobed.
Andromache knew the marks of a lover. She had placed several upon the same shoulder that she saw before her now, as Hector lay momentarily content after their love making.
She watched his face grow firm but distant in the way that it did when he knew he was going to displease her.
“Andromache.” The word was a plea as much as anything else. Andromache just turned to her husband and placed her hand on his bearded cheek. Hector’s next words were halted and pained.
“I had promised… Paris that I would meet with him this night. He has been slacking in his duties to Troy,” the last of his speech was strong.
“Go to him, my love.” Andromache placed a kiss on Hector’s brow. “He needs… instruction.”
Hector nodded faintly; his brow knit in a pattern of indiscernible emotion. He slowly rose to his feet and donned his robes, not looking at his wife. A guilty man facing his private judgment.
As he gathered himself and strode silently to the door, Andromache turned her head away.
“Hector,” her voice was a mourning wail restrained by force of will.
Hector stopped at the heavy oak door but could not turn around.
“I love you, my prince.”
His heart clamped in his chest. His head turned to see where his feet could not lead him.
“And I you… my wife.”
Fin.
Title: Scars
Author: second_banana (Susan)
Pairing: Hector/Andromache, Hector/Paris implied
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Andromache was used to seeing scars on Hector’s body.
Feedback: God yes.
Author's Notes: I blame
perseph2hades who infected me with HectorMuse, elvensorceress who encourages my perving at every turn and is the sessiest Beta known to man, and This pic.
I may post this in a few communities, but I'd like some response from my flist first.
Andromache was used to seeing scars on Hector’s body. He had never tried to hide from her the physical toll of his duties. In fact, he knew she once took great delight in them.
The first time Hector had been called out to fight after his wedding, Andromache had spent hours looking over the constellation of scars that spattered his chest and legs. Boyhood injuries and marks of a warrior combined. Andromache resumed her study the day he returned, playfully announcing that she had discovered her connection to the battles of Troy. Each scar she would lovingly caress or lave with her tongue; memorizing each new dip and swell.
It became a ritual for them. Hector began to take record of his own injuries while out on the fields and would chide his wife if one escaped her clever observations. They would laugh, and tease and make love to one another these nights. For Hector was anything but remiss as a lover.
Until Alexandros.
There was no doubt in Andromache’s mind that her husband loved her. He spoke the words and his eyes were honest. His passion had not wavered. Hector was like a raging bull when angry, a god when aroused. Apollo’s gifts were not lost on Andromache. Strength. Courage. Beauty. Protection. Power. He had the heat of the sun behind his every caress.
But Hector had removed himself from her. He hid his scars, preferring to make love under the cover of darkness or the heavy drape of their bedding. But scars were not the only thing he sought to hide. Mixed with the brands of battle, small bruises began to appear. Bruises in places protected by his armor. She had seen the twist of guilt in her husbands face as he had disrobed.
Andromache knew the marks of a lover. She had placed several upon the same shoulder that she saw before her now, as Hector lay momentarily content after their love making.
She watched his face grow firm but distant in the way that it did when he knew he was going to displease her.
“Andromache.” The word was a plea as much as anything else. Andromache just turned to her husband and placed her hand on his bearded cheek. Hector’s next words were halted and pained.
“I had promised… Paris that I would meet with him this night. He has been slacking in his duties to Troy,” the last of his speech was strong.
“Go to him, my love.” Andromache placed a kiss on Hector’s brow. “He needs… instruction.”
Hector nodded faintly; his brow knit in a pattern of indiscernible emotion. He slowly rose to his feet and donned his robes, not looking at his wife. A guilty man facing his private judgment.
As he gathered himself and strode silently to the door, Andromache turned her head away.
“Hector,” her voice was a mourning wail restrained by force of will.
Hector stopped at the heavy oak door but could not turn around.
“I love you, my prince.”
His heart clamped in his chest. His head turned to see where his feet could not lead him.
“And I you… my wife.”
Fin.
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:54 pm (UTC)Paris just makes things so complicated, doesn't he? But I don't think that he or Hector could live without each other...
This was beautiful. So sad, but still beautiful. Excellent job :D
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:05 am (UTC)Paris just makes things so complicated, doesn't he?
To say the least. I was always facinated by the relationship between Hector and Andromache. They were truely in love.
And then there was Paris.
Poor Hector. *
GropesComforts him*~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-14 11:09 pm (UTC)You are fabulous dahling!
*glomps you hard*
xoxox
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:06 am (UTC)~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:20 am (UTC)the premise is good, and I like the writing and stuff, oh and how Hector's behaviour changes, but I still don't get the cheating stuff, and um, I am definitly the biggest dork but....um.........who is the other person in this? I'm confused. Probably because I know who it is and I am just unwilling to admit it. But past that issue, jolly good love, keep up the wonderful work!!
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:21 am (UTC)You have it right. Paris was called Alexandros when he was still a shepard boy. http://ancienthistory.about.com/cs/troyilium/g/parisoftroy.htm
As for the cheating... Hector has become a plaything for Aphrodite. This is almost entirely beyond his control. *would be willing to discuss this with you at length if you so desire ;)*
Praise from you makes me smile.
~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-15 12:21 am (UTC)*heavy sigh*
I try hard not to dwell on Andromache, because I hate to think of her pain. Unlike most royal wives of this time period, she is depicted as genuinely in love with her husband, and he with her. While the others, even Helen to a certain extent, feel entirely like their husband's property and not much more.
This was beautiful.
I've always had a feeling that Andromache was not immune to Paris's charms -- not in a sexual manner, but in the other meaning of charmed. I think she loved him dearly, like the way you love a family member. Like the way Priam doted upon him.
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:38 am (UTC)Checkor she can attempt to post coherently. *takes deep breath*Andromache has always been a favorite character of mine. You really can tell that she loved Hector and Hector loved her.
It occurred to me that and physical relationship between Hector and Paris would have started near the beginning of the war if not sooner. And Astyanax would have been conceived after at least eight years of fighting. *huggles Andromache*
I've always had a feeling that Andromache was not immune to Paris's charms -- not in a sexual manner, but in the other meaning of charmed. I think she loved him dearly, like the way you love a family member. Like the way Priam doted upon him.
Exactly. She couldn't say no.
~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-16 06:49 am (UTC)Thank God you were suceptible to the virus, because this was gorgeous. Beautiful, poignant... I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm hopelessly charmed.
I loved the sweetness between Hector and Andromache initially, before Hector fell into Paris's line of fire. How she felt the scars as a connection to the battle. Hector seemed like a whole man then, with a whole mind. And when she let him leave at the end... *cries* So beautiful. I could feel the way Hector was being pulled to the door, how the will of Aphrodite permeates the room and Andromache just has no choice but to bow to it. Oh, how lovely.
And don't get me started on your comparison of Hector to Appllo. Hector was like a raging bull when angry, a god when aroused. *brays* Oh, yes please.
But this, He had the heat of the sun behind his every caress cooked me till I was done.
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Date: 2004-09-16 06:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-16 07:43 pm (UTC)~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-16 07:42 pm (UTC)Hector seemed like a whole man then, with a whole mind.
I'm glad you liked that. Young and in control Hector was a big part of this story for me. He was still the crown prince of Troy, but he was also a young man in love with his wife.
You are almost entirely to blame for this fic. You had a line that was roughly "Hector knew where his wife and son stood in his life," and I couldn't stop thinking about where that was.
Between that and the contrast between Hector/Paris and Hector/Andromache conversations (specifically just before Paris joins the battle) in the Illiad... this fic just needed to be written.
He had the heat of the sun behind his every caress cooked me till I was done.
*puts you on a plate and eats you for breakfast*
~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-16 10:34 am (UTC)That just killed me!
The Andromache POV was very well done. \
What a lovely fic. I hope you have more of those up your sleeve :)
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Date: 2004-09-16 07:44 pm (UTC)Bunnies are forming.
(So long as I can keep Toddmuse off my leg for a while.)
~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-16 04:05 pm (UTC)Wow. Poor Hector. Poor Andromache.
I really love how Andromache is portrayed here, usually I forget about her. It's nice to have a genuine and honest woman between these two every now and then, what with all the angst, deperation and sexual tension of the other two. ::smiles:: Very nice.
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:26 pm (UTC)Andromache has always been close to my heart. She loves Hector, and Hector loves her. And then there's Paris. *weeps for a bit*
~Susan
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Date: 2004-09-17 04:18 pm (UTC)Hector was like a raging bull when angry, a god when aroused. This is a beautiful description - verbally pithy and at the same time visually ornate.
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:28 pm (UTC)Yay for Bachelor!Hector. I was just majorly feeling the Andromache agnst.
~Susan
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Date: 2004-10-01 03:19 am (UTC)That damn Aphrodite is a home wrecker.
*looks around nervously*
Did she hear me?
I hope you write more and post it :)
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Date: 2004-10-01 09:36 am (UTC)I love your fic and feel quite bubbly that you liked this. And I'm not usually the bubbly type.
I really hope to get writing again. I miss it and the muses are strong again.
~Susan